COUNTRY PLEASURES. 97

‘* Never mind that—I’ll lend you a basket; but,
Lucy, are not you going too?”

Lucy looked at her mother and said nothing.
“‘ Answer, my dear,” said Mrs. Lovett; “it de-
yends on yourself: here are your shoes,” holding
them out to her as she spoke.

Lucy hung her head, and her face grew red as she
muttered, “I don’t want to wear those ugly shoes.”

“Then, Lucy, you must stay at home; but think
well of it; your afternoon will be very lonely
when Mary, and Clara, and Charles have all gone.”

Lucy burst into tears. Mary took.the shoes
from her aunt, and, going up to her, said, “‘ Don’t
ery, Cousin Lucy; Tl put the strings in your
shoes, and you can soon be ready; and they are
very nice shoes, indeed, when you get them on:
just look at mine,” and she held out her foot.
But Lucy would not look at anything. She wept
on, and Mr. Lovett, taking the shoes from Mary,
and giving Charles his hat from the shelf, told
them to go. Mary still lingered a moment at the
oor, but Lucy did not move; Clara called to her,
and soon the blackberry-party was out of sight
and hearing.